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Cannot stop touching myself since my owner decided it's time to breed me. We don't even live together, and he's filling me up every moment he has available. He doesn't always warn me, either. My buzzer will go off and I'll see a message from him saying, "ring me up." I drop what I'm doing, no matter what it is--work, chores, chatting with friends. I'm always ready for him. It's his rule.
The second I open my apartment door, his hand is around my throat. He pushes me towards the bed... pulls down my leggings, has me show him how wet I am while he takes off his belt. I'm always wet for him and ready to take his cock. It's another rule.
He keeps me right on the edge of conconscious, squeezing my throat while he fucks me hard, my legs up and knees pulled back so he can hit my cervix with every thrust. He doesn't bother removing all of my clothes, not when I'm just a hole for him to use and breed, but he does push up my shirt, watches my breasts bounce, occasionally squeezing them hard enough to leave fingerprints for days.
He reminds me he's been saving up for days--edging to photos of me, ensuring he has more than enough pent up seed in his swollen balls to flood my womb. He started saving after I went off birth control, at first teasing how huge his loads were, only dumping them on my face or tits so I'd be writhing in pain from how badly I needed it inside me, tortured by how heavy his cum was plastered to my skin, left there for the rest of the night as a reminder of what belongs inside my womb.
Now, only a few months and a lot of training later, my sole purpose is to be bred by him: he fucks me with the intent of unloading as quickly as possible, making sure every drop of semen he produces is pumped deep inside me. He reminds me while my vision blacks out from his tight grip that I am his property and I exist to be fertile and carry his seed. He reminds me I'm his little cum dump and he is going to use me over and over and over again.
Then he groans; his thrusts become violent, his cock hitting my cervix while rope after rope of his hot, potent seed is shot straight into my womb.
My stomach always drops at the moment he cums inside of me, and my brain goes buzzy, dazed with the knowledge that I'm being impregnated and bound to him, that I will birth his children, and I do not doubt I'll be doing so for the rest of my fertile life.
He ensures to push my legs back so they are tight against my chest and raise my ass up as he pushes the last of his cum into me. A little always spills out anyway at the end--it's inevitable, given how packed his balls are, he's shooting at minimum double or triple the average load size, and my pussy is tight and tiny, too small to hold it all.
He leaves just as quickly, barely a kiss goodbye, and he reminds me to stay like that, propped back so his semen drains into my womb. He makes me rub myself, never dipping even so much as a finger inside should I break the seal, and cum as many times as I physically can.
By the time I'm done, my lower abdomen is full and aching. I'll be sore and leaking his cum for days, smelling heavily of sex, his claim on me obvious, if not from the cum pooling in my underwear and dripping down my legs, then from the dark bruises around my neck from where he held me down. I don't bother trying to hide them anymore, and I love seeing the look on people's faces when I go out in public.
And each moment after he deposits his seed inside me, until the next time he shows up at my door, I day dream about his sperm burrowing into my egg, his DNA raping me from within.
My ultimate purpose fulfilled.
its 3 am and I can't stop thinking about watching downright filthy porn with jay and I'm talking - hot panting, groaning and squelching filling up the bedroom from the speaker kind of porn-
LIKE. God, he'd get so hot in the middle of squeezing his cock through his pants and pounce on you arghgdjgjsgj
i've been thinking about this since you sent it.
How would one define "roommate"? Google says it's a person occupying the same apartment or house as another, and...boy does he occupy the space.
Jay, you mean.
What started as a casual friend moving in so you both could save on rent turned into the two of you consistently walking in on the other during self-fuck sessions. Really, it was awkward up until Jay managed to find himself at your open door as you finger blasted yourself, asked what video you were watching, then called you a fucking loser because the porn was too surface level for his taste.
You didn't finish that day, but you definitely got something out of it. Solely because Jay definitely started sending you porn links at random times. Which, you assume he's sending them when he's actively watching them.
Meaning, actively fucking his fist.
Also meaning, he thought of you mid-jerk off session and stopped what he was doing just to send porn to you.
Somehow, it wasn't awkward anymore. Like, weirdly enough, you got off to his recommendations time and time again, probably at the same time as him in a different room if he happened to send them when you both were home.
Which leads to now, months since he started sending you porn, now propping himself up on the couch and mirroring his phone onto the big screen tv in the living room.
You weren't supposed to come home so early, but you did. He wasn't supposed to invite you to watch with him either...but he did.
Additionally, you weren't really supposed to accept the invite either but here you are, sitting next to him on the couch watching some girl get finger blasted in the ass and stuffed full via pussy, drooling and stuttering through the pleasure of being ripped in half by a big, burly man with a terrifyingly huge cock.
You try not to notice Jay's side eye though, or the way he makes no attempt to hide the chub in his pants. Honestly, he's really just grabbing it, sometimes letting out little gasps when the woman on the tv moans in a particular way.
You'd be a liar if you said the video wasn't turning you on too though. It feels...mutual right now. Like if he can touch himself right here with you in the room, why can't you?
Still, you're not as bold or brave as he is, apparently.
Brave and bold is a little too fitting for him too, because even if you were about to snake your hand down your shorts, it's like he knew already. It's like he did this on purpose. Because you're shocked when you glance at him and find him grabbing that assumed thick cock under those pants and staring at you with a smirk and a moan.
"What are y-" You try to start, only to fall into an accidental whimpered type of surprised sound when he very nearly throws himself at you.
Barely touching, really. Just knocking you back against the couch and hovering over you. You're sure if he moves his hips even slightly you'd feel it. If he leans down just a bit, he could lick your lips.
"You're into this— into me. " Jay says with a knowing voice, tilting his head at you in a mocking way. "You're really going to ask what I'm doing?"
You hold your breath, unsure of what to say to that. "Would you rather get off all by yourself again?" You shake your head before you really intended to answer him. You'd probably lie if you had any control over your brain right now, but you don't. After all, would you have watched porn with him like this if you weren't even slightly interested? "No?" He questions you, his grunted whisper as he keeps one hand between his legs, groping himself, almost drowned out by the moaning woman on the screen. "Wanna let me do it for you?"
Fuck. Yes, you do.
Lowkey wanna make a Kano x Zoey blog
do you ever get friendlust. like. you just see someone and you’re like. man. i have such a friendcrush on you. i wanna be ur friend so bad. i wanna be more than a friend. i wanna be a BEST friend u hear me. ur so cool. i admire u a lot and ur so funny. plz b my bffl. i will treat u right. let me be ur drake-friend. no other friend will treat u like i would
The best thing about exams is that you get plenty of time to regret being born :3
The spatter becomes a spray, the spray becomes a stream and the stream becomes a waterfall...